we are one in a million we are one and the same
like buildings of our generation,
they're in our name
they'll censor it with a whistle now
the mercy of our mother there is nothing left to do
we have reserved bookings for the fathers of our nation
while back in 1952 (please god tell me i haven't got this right!)
his things gone too far
it's only human nature pollutes temptation
we're entirely described
the peeling microwavers and a telescopic eye
intimate dimension keeping perfect track of time
the rolling mass of thunder on a simulated line we are all one
there no future!
were stuck
it cant be undone if i had my way
where noone else could find me
i would fly far away,
the way it was supposed to beand build a home
i could call my very own.
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